Finish the music you're playing.
I'll wait.
I'll never get weary
of hearing the melodies
you and your fingers create.

Finish the canvas you're painting.
My heart
fills up with such pride
inside when I see
how much joy you put into your art.

Finish the poem you're writing.
It's time.
I long for a day when
the grey leaves your mind
and you hit on the perfect rhyme.

Finish the book you started.
It's worth
the pain you'll go through
to do what you love
and gift sweet conception with birth.

Sky sighs across Earth
Sunlight stretches across Sky
Afternoon unwinds

She moves in the midst of their maelstrom
With the calm serenity of space;
Unfathomable
Uncontrollable
And unrestrained,
Her mind dissolves their cloying chaos, then
Her soul transforms it into poetry.

Inner storm
So my skin
Forms the eye.

Tranquil flesh
Hides the turmoil
In my mind.

The golden shallows
Of my conscious thoughts
Soothe the broiling depths
Of my fathomless fears.

Her hunger for knowledge
Was as insatiable,
As the bounds of the universe
Were immeasurable.

Silken Sable Sheets
Flecked with the dust of heaven
Sheltering the earth
(Inspired by @DimpleVerse Prompt 'Dusk Light')


Golden sunflower
Rising from the dew-drenched Earth
Scattering cherry-blossom clouds
Across the lavender sky.
(Inspired by #PoemPeriod prompt 'Blossom')

Plump blood orange sun
Juices spill across the sky
Then seep into dusk
(Inspired by #TLPoetry Prompt 'Juicy')